Too Late, Alpha: The Mate He Never Wanted
Rowan’s expression was troubled again, his brow furrowed with concern.
I frowned, watching them. What were they always talking about?
“Don’t worry about it,” Vivian said, trying to reassure me again as she noticed my expression. “They’re probably just discussing boring Alpha stuff or some rogue troubles.”
I wasn’t so sure, but I didn’t say anything.
A moment later, Luna Claire, Alpha Marcus’s mate joined us, practically bouncing with energy. She had her hair pulled back in a high ponytail and was wearing bright coloured athletic clothes that looked brand new.